I've seen this movie three or four times, and I love it. It's an old movie, but it's still among my favorites. I would give you a plot description, but I never can manage those without rambling too much about every little detail, so I hope the trailer will suffice.
I'm posting this not only because I enjoyed the movie, but also because it demonstrates that poetry isn't always boring- or rather, that it shouldn't be at all; it isn't something to be read dryly and analyzed with detachment, or discussed with monotone voices, as many students tend to imagine it. Nor is it always disgustingly sappy (though it is true that some poems are). When a poet writes, it's not just ink they're putting on the paper- it's ideas, emotions, and often, a piece of themselves. There is life in those words, and should be read as such.
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